As Hurricane Matthew taunts the coast, October has broken into autumnal wet with white skies above. This morning, there were no picturesque sunrise photos to be captured. Everything has been blurred by rain, mostly misting: too fine to be stopped by an umbrella, too much to go without a jacket. But that is not to […]
torch bearing quietly
I will not act out, will not yell or curse or slam doors, will not make a scene -- you do not deserve such a chance to make an example out of me to be proven right since you are not. Instead, I'll stand at this street corner, raise my hand high and clench that light which yet remains. It will burn brightly, quietly, fiercely before fading as I. Then I'll be gone but found.